by Sean O'Kane
Eventually, after an hour or so they began to take stock and cross off those who definitely wouldn’t do. Then they went back to the start and made their way along the lines again, this time focussing down on good thighs, reasonable depth of chest, backs still in good condition and a reasonable amount of breast and buttock meat. The last requirement wasn’t strictly for the arenas, although it did help in absorbing punishment, but it was always a popular attribute for paying customers, either at The Lodge or at shows.
On the information cards they were looking for a good spread of experience and a reasonable points tally. Attitude to discipline and the amount of it the slave required were areas where other buyers might be frightened off but CSL had gone into with some success in the past.
They found a black girl from Ghana who looked promising. Her large brown eyes were eloquent in their distress as she was spun round, fondled, squeezed, molested and talked over. Carlo liked that, the one quality he didn’t rate –although he knew plenty of others who did – was passive acceptance. He liked spirit and defiance to a degree and even an abiding sense of shame and anger at her treatment could bespeak a strength of character he could use. He checked her card and found she’d been enslaved for two years and had been in four shows, her points tally was not brilliant but not too bad either. Her stable history was interesting though, she had been flogged at the post for indiscipline no fewer than four times between each show, and each time it had been for impudence. Carlo shook his head and tutted. “If they tongue ringed them they wouldn’t have that trouble,” he told John. He took hold of the girl’s chin and looked into her mouth; the teeth were excellent, the tongue and gums healthy. He wondered if maybe the path to impudent backchat were cut off she might settle down and accept her lot. Her thighs were well proportioned and her calves clearly strong, her back was the right mixture of grace and muscle – with no scarring despite the floggings. Her buttocks were the classic black girl’s and her breasts high and medium in size, nicely rounded and with good sized nipples.
He marked his card against Lot no. 231.
“Hey Carlo!” John called. “We missed this one first time round! Look at that for a discipline record, they should be paying to get rid of her!”
Carlo gave the girl’s vagina, the last point of call on his reassessment of the girl – and it was not a bad one at all, he thought, - a final stroke, rubbed the clitoris just for luck and went to see what John had found.
He took the laminated card from him and looked at it. The first thing that struck him was that the place of origin was thought to be France, she had been bought at an auction there by her previous owner who thought she must have been a semi feral street child in somewhere like Marseilles. She had resisted his efforts to train her and the stable that was now selling her had tried their best and given up. She had appeared in five shows and had done fairly well but had fought anyone who tried to get her out of the arena once she was in it. She fought her own guards and trainer, the opposition’s staff, her own stablemates. She didn’t seem to care. The cold statistic under ‘Discipline’ read ‘Is used to being taken to the blood. It has some effect, sometimes.’
Carlo looked again at the girl and reached for his satellite phone. He was looking at her thick honey blonde hair and her strong build. It had to be the one Brian had talked about. They conferred, Brian’s voice sleep blurred from the other side of the world at first but becoming animated very quickly at the news of their discovery. Carlo grinned as he heard Patti’s voice grumbling in the background. While they talked Carlo tried fingering the girl’s cunt for a long time, it was certainly capable of producing a good flow of juice although even as it was beginning to squelch and suck at his fingers, the muscles in her neck were cording with the effort of trying to move and her tongue was desperately trying to frame insults. Her blue eyes’ pupils were contracted in rage. There was no way she was going to give in to her body’s demands. That was a good quality for a gladiator to have.
“I don’t fancy trying to tame that, Carlo,” John said when he put the phone away. “She’ll bite, she’ll kick, she’ll scratch. She’s a bloody nutcase!”
“She’ll do all that okay. But the question is why does she do all that. Her discipline record says she is used to being taken to the blood and it has an effect for some time. Suppose she is such a ‘bloody nutcase’ that that’s what she likes.”
John whistled softly. “You mean a really heavy duty maso slut?” He smiled. “All of a sudden I’m willing to take a chance!”
“It shouldn’t cost too much to find out if we’re right, unless someone else reckons along those lines,” Carlo told him and they moved on.
It should not have been possible for a girl with her mouth wrenched wide open, her arms outstretched and her legs tied open to look haughty, but somehow, tucked away at the back of the training ground, almost up against the wall of the arena itself, a girl who looked to be of Polynesian origin did manage it. John was fascinated by how she contrived, just by using her unblinking and calm gaze to appear as though what was being done to her was being done to someone else entirely and she wasn’t really there. Carlo was fascinated by her body. She had the depth of chest he looked for and her breasts rode high and big on the ribs with umber areolas and nipples that could be coaxed into deep red erection by flicking with the pen he was using to mark his card. John had hunkered down in front of her and was using his pen to lift back the clitoral hood.
“She’s got a peach of a slot, Carlo. Nice thick lips for clamping and piercing and one hell of a lump in here too!”
Carlo joined his partner and saw that he was right, she was beautifully equipped and her cleft came unusually high up her mons, making it a striking sight.
In growing excitement he felt down her thighs, kneading the flesh and feeling the sinews beneath; she was a powerful beast alright but not overly so. He turned the frame so he could view her from the side. No, she wasn’t overly big, just well built.
“Put that in with Ox and Trouble and you’d have one hell of a team for a stable to build a melee squad around. I bet you could wear yourself out thrashing that one and she wouldn’t notice!”
Carlo turned the frame a bit further and hunkered down again. This time he parted the buttocks and peered at the stretched open, brown mouth of the anus, it seemed to be gripping the plug quite adequately and the firmness of the buttocks themselves was outstanding, he slapped one as he stood up and watched approvingly as the hemisphere shook nicely but didn’t ripple too much, betokening good tone and not too much fat. John was right, he thought, she had all the hallmarks of first class whipping flesh. He spun the frame back and looked at her face, the large, dark eyes were clear and impassive – but not apathetic; hostile if anything – the bone structure was fine. She was really a handsome animal. John tipped her card up and began to study it.
“Origins unknown,” he said. “Currently she’s out of a North American stable, the Red and Whites in Oregon. Scored well in assault course running, won fifteen out of twenty-three wrestling bouts, thirty out of forty-two whip duels and twenty of her boxing wins have been by knock out. Pursuit running not so good, she’s only been run twice and was brought down on the second lap both times.”
Carlo nodded thoughtfully. “So she’s tough but not too fast. Discipline?”
“Seems okay. Been flogged at the post twice in the last year, but it doesn’t say why. Doesn’t really matter I suppose, twice in a year’s nothing,” John thought aloud and then went back to her docket. “Earns good money in dungeon lettings; outstanding endurance and skin colour helps. Hah! Yeah, I bet it does!”
Just like Jet at home, her skin colour would hide the traces of all but the most serious thrashing.
“Hmm. I wonder how she fucks though?” Carlo pondered. “Does she just soak it up or does she react well?”
John’s hand was inside the slave before he’d finished speaking.
“It’s a bit dry…..ah! Now she’s lubricating, she’s juicing up a
treat. You try her.”
Carlo did and found a comfortably capacious vagina which promised good elasticity but closed back on his fingers well when he contracted them. So why would anyone want to sell her? There could be any number of reasons. Carlo sighed as he stood back, she had to be worth the gamble but it would be an expensive one this time.
“That,” he said, marking his card and jabbing the pen towards the impassive slave, “will not come cheap.”
“That’s the thrill of it,” John said happily and they went back to the house for a drink before the auction proper got underway.
Finally it came down to three. The French girl, the African one – ‘Bambi’ as John had christened her already because of her big eyes and the big Polynesian girl – ‘Fiji’ as John had scribbled on his programme next to Lot no. 97.
Chapter 18
It was the time of day Patti liked best. Outside her open office door she could hear the stable going through the evening feed routine. The ever-efficient Raika was shouting instructions to Eve, Helga and Anne Marie while she attended to Blondie’s feed personally. All the day’s paperwork was done, the reports on how training had gone were filled in, the slaves’ weights had been recorded, temperatures had been taken rectally, pulses checked and Doctor Sands was well pleased.
Blondie was out of sorts with Carlo absent and had been put down for punishment once he returned – the next load of tourists were in for a treat, she thought, they’d get to see Carlo whipping Blondie at the post – at present it was Jet who was tied to the T shaped post and through the open front door of the stable block, on the warm evening air she could hear Brian schooling Tony in the skills of using the long four-in-hand driving whip. As she listened she heard the familiar whistle and then thump of a good strike. Jet grunted in acknowledgement of the impact and Patti felt a shiver run through her. It was a long time since she’d been put to that particular whip. Too long in her humble opinion.
“That’s better, Tony!” Brian called. “You’ve got to get a sweep and then a flick at the end to make the tip bite in. Otherwise all you get is a sweep that might leave a pretty mark but it won’t make a chariot go any faster! Now let’s try again…..”
Tony had proved to be surprisingly naïve in his whipcraft, although his mastery of bondage was fast becoming a legend in The Lodge itself and hardly a night went by without one or two of the Housegirls finding themselves agonisingly, hung, bent, splayed out or contorted and on display in the corridors of the big house.
Patti smiled in recollection of some of the incredible contortions he achieved but then she jumped as her phone rang.
“Patti?” The voice was clipped and self-assured as ever. Patti felt her stomach, melt, tingle and lurch all at the same time. Chrissie Sands was the most seductive woman she had ever met and the night after their fight in the arena remained in her mind as one of the best she had ever spent. But her next words poured cold water over the rising tides of lust.
“If that lovely little thing Raika has finished for the night, send her up to Dungeon Three will you? I’ll return her later on.” The phone was put down before Patti had had a chance to reply. But there was no need for the woman to wait; she knew Patti would obey any order she gave her.
Disconsolately she walked out into the stable block and called for Raika.
The pretty Indian girl’s head flew up from inside Blondie’s stall, her eyes wide with what Patti could only assume was surprise.
“Get your lovely little arse up to Dungeon Three, Doctor Sands wants you, you lucky girl!”
Raika bit her lip nervously but emerged and made her usual little curtsy, however she fidgeted from foot to foot until Patti took pity on her. Of course she was aware that the doc had had Raika while they were all away and she was also aware that Raika knew all about Patti and the doc.
“Go on,” she told her deputy. “It’s alright, she’s a mistress and she can have who she likes. But look in on me when you get back. Understand?” Patti smiled fondly at the girl and patted her cheek, then watched as the pert bottom scampered out of the door. She would have a few choice welts to explore later on, Patti thought.
Raika opened the heavy oak door and tiptoed in. Dungeon Three was one of the largest at The Lodge. Huge, round pillars, dating from long before the rest of the house, supported the low, vaulted ceiling. The stone flagged floor, worn uneven by use over the centuries made the cavernous interior, lit by dimmed lights fashioned to imitate antique sconces, echo as she entered.
Over to her left one of the Housegirls, stripped to just her stockings and high-heeled shoes was providing the entertainment for the doctor and one of the members. The girl’s feet were shackled to ancient iron rings in the floor and her arms were raised and spread, and shackled to a spreader bar. Her body was bowed into curve by the rings at her labia having been attached to chains and wrenched forwards as the chains were wrapped tightly around a pillar before having been tied off to a hook. Doctor Sands was belabouring the sweating girl’s heaving breasts as Raika entered. The crop slapped home on the shuddering mounds, making the ringed nipples wobble and shake, the metal of the rings piercing them glinting and winking as they did so.
“Four, five, six!” Doctor Sands finished the flogging and immediately buried her hand between the stretched lips and the thighs which were trembling under the stress of the girl’s restraint. “Aah, yes!” she cried gleefully. “I’ll have this one once we’ve finished with Raika. She’s good for more punishment yet and still flooding with juice! She’ll enjoy being made to wait. Come over here Raika.”
Raika followed the doctor, resplendent in her black basque, hold ups and high heels, her bottom quivering exquisitely with each step and keeping Raika’s gaze riveted on it, only the skimpiest V of satin hiding part of the buttocks.
The two dominants had been playing a game as old as cruelty itself; the Dice Game. Each player rolled the dice twice, the first total decided what implement would be employed, the second how many blows would be delivered.
The man was naked and sitting in a wooden armchair. One leg was thrown over a chair arm and his hand was lazily stroking his erect cock which strained up vertically between his hairy, muscular thighs.
“Good,” he drawled. “The other whore was becoming boring.” He lifted dark eyes to Raika and she felt herself being weighed like meat on a butcher’s counter.
“Raika,” the doctor said. “I want you to suck this gentleman’s cock. Can you do that, do you think?”
Raika surveyed the thick length of veined cock.
“Oh yes, Mistress,” she whispered.
“I’m not so sure that you’d do it justice straight away. I think a little encouragement might be necessary to ensure my friend here is pleasured sufficiently.”
Her belly afire with the sight of the doctor’s barely covered body and the man’s rigid erection, Raika stripped, bent forwards with her back hollowed and held onto the arms of the chair. She parted her legs obediently and looked around to check that the doctor was happy with the view of her plump little cunt nestling between and just beneath her well rounded buttocks. Then she returned her gaze to where it was required to be; the hard cock still being gently stroked by the master.
Crack!
Raika jerked at the blaze of pain the crop inflicted and then felt the shaft laid against her skin again. The heat of the pain spread slowly into her depths and she felt herself begin to moisten. She gently swayed her hips against the shaft of braided leather, keeping her eyes fixed on the cock in front of her. Behind her the doctor gave a throaty little laugh.
“Didn’t I tell you? She is a little gem!”
Crack!
Raika closed her eyes for a second to savour the initial blaze and then the sting that grew inside her until it peaked and left her belly flooding with arousal and pride.
Crack!
Crack!
Suddenly the doctor seemed to want to stop playing and to settle down to serious beating instead. Raika didn’t care. The
doctor could do no wrong. She had never had such a dominant woman before and her presence lent a whole new level of eroticism to her sexual use. She could hardly wait to savour the taste and texture of the cock before her. She would welcome its eruption into her small mouth.
Crack!
“Now suck, my little whore!” the doctor commanded and Raika bent her arms, lowering her face towards the cock. The master shifted himself forward somewhat and with her head tilted to one side she was able to take the helm into her mouth cleanly and as she nodded up and down, the crop resumed its work on her backside while the master held his cock for her with the finger and thumb of one hand. His other hand reached under her and squeezed and mauled her breasts, roving from one to the other. She sighed with strained pleasure and pain around the thick shaft in her mouth and heard the answering sigh of delight as her breath caressed him. The mistreatment intensified and Raika reacted as she felt the master’s pleasure increase. He stopped hurting her breast and instead put his hand on the back of her head. She knew what that presaged and ducked her head down as far as she could and held it there, sucking as hard as she could and encouraging him to spend by rasping his helm with her tongue. His climax was as long and thick as his cock and somehow she managed to drink it all down and elicited a good fingering from the doctor while she licked the man clean.
Then all three went to work on the Housegirl. Raika knelt in front of her and delved with her tongue between the distended labia and found a sweetly hot and flooding tunnel, inviting any abuse anyone wished to heap on it. The two dominants stood behind the girl and whipped her back and buttocks simultaneously until she came, spurting fragrant juices over Raika’s face. Then she knelt on all fours and was penetrated at her arse by the doctor using a painfully big strap-on while again she sucked the master.
